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  • Oof… Freedom, eh?!

    Oof… Freedom, eh?!

    This is a bit of a tough one, because it can mean a plethora of things to each one of the billions of people on this fucked up planet. But, of course, the ask is for what it means to ME… And theeeeeen… my ADHD brain wants to categorize all the different “types” of freedom…

  • It’s Muh Birfday :P

    It’s Muh Birfday :P

    Fourty. Three. Yeah. I know… it can seem SUPER old to the behbeh’s out there, who are probably close to the same age as my SON (19). And to the Boomers and Beyond, I guess I’m some sort of Spring Chicken?! But for me… I feel like I’m about 80 years old. I’ve experienced too…

  • A Mother’s Confession

    A Mother’s Confession

    In my therapeutic journey, I’ve spent a lot of time and focus on The Plague and everything shitty that’s come from him. His toxic abuse my entire life has overshadowed almost everything else, despite there being plenty of other traumatic things I’ve had to endure… things that will eventually require my attention and some healthy…

  • How Friendships Die – Darryl

    How Friendships Die – Darryl

    I have lost many friends in my life. Be it from moving away, drifting apart, death… or – the focus for THIS entry – being completely ghosted out of the blue. And you know… 🤔 as I write this and ponder the many different friends I’ve lost, I realize that I could write a whole…

  • The “Slow” Descent

    The “Slow” Descent

    I want my “normal” depression back… If you’ve made it this far into my blog, having read most/all of what came before, you have a decent idea of the severity of my mental health as it stands now, and a relative peek into why (see: The Plague). But for shits and giggles, I’ll put the…

  • It’s the Little Things

    It’s the Little Things

    Life has a way of showing up in varying degrees of defining moments. Sometimes, these moments are “good” and have a positive effect. But a lot of times, life hits you in the gut and it sucks whale anus, leaving painful ripples behind for much longer than we’d like. Ah, yes… good ole’ Van Damme.…

  • The Plague

    The Plague

    This one is going to be ROUGH, folks. Fair warning, most of it will be a recounting of the abuse I endured as a child. “The Plague” is the (very apt) nickname I’ve given to my biological “father” – because he doesn’t deserve to be called a father/dad, or considered anything but a toxic Monster…